Cuckoo

Part Nine: Amanda's career change

Two days later my P.A. came to see me in the study. Her eyes were red and I suspected she'd been crying. She was jumpy and febrile as though she'd been spending hours in the night stealing herself to face this meeting. I'd expected something like this. The only surprise was how much progress had been made before the girl dared to put up any significant resistance.

'So', I thought to myself 'at last!' It was the long awaited rebellion! The little blonde bitch was finally showing some backbone. Now was the time when I had to be especially careful. The last critical hurdle was approaching.

"Sit down Amanda", I instructed her, taking charge from the outset. She was smartly dressed as ever and when she sat on the polished oak chair, her short navy blue skirt rode up her thighs so that her knees were clearly visible beneath the sheer white nylon of her tights.

"I can't continue like this", Amanda said.

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, content to force her to make the running.

"I mean I can't continue as your P.A.", she stumbled on. "It's not right. Your wife spanks me for my… for what… for what I do with you and she makes me… you know what she makes me do! And then you spank me for that! It's not fair! I've got no self-respect. I can't be your P.A. I can't!"

The last phrases ended on a rising note of anguish.

"Hmmm…"

I paused as though thinking, urbane, cool and in control. Amanda squirmed anxiously. She crossed her legs, giving me an excellent view of those splendid limbs. Then she tried to smooth down her skirt to cover her thighs and uncrossed her legs again. Mrs Tibbs had dosed her panties with an extra measure of itching powder again this morning and it was plainly making itself felt!

"Stop fidgeting Amanda!" I said sternly but offhandedly.

"S… Sorry"

Her soft voiced apology was automatic and a useful reminder to her of just who was in charge here. Her fate depended on my decision.

"Do you know, I believe you're right"

That surprised her! She'd expected a fight and here I was agreeing with her. Visible relief washed through her system.

"It just isn't working out is it? I'm afraid you're rather a disappointment to me. You see when I selected you for this responsible work I thought you had it in you to be a good P.A. : Loyal, efficient and intelligent. But then you just seem to do one dumb thing after another. It isn't good enough is it?"

The unfortunate blonde was chewing her lip now. Somehow this was all her fault all of a sudden. How had that happened?

"No, you're simply not capable of doing the job", I concluded dismissively.

"Oh. Yes, well, I suppose I'd better go then?"

My tasty young crumpet was confused and upset but still she asked my permission. This was almost too easy!

"Not just yet Amanda", I said. "I haven't finished with you! Try and think things through for once in your life. Do you really want to leave? Really?

You need a job don't you. And we still have our little personal arrangements to consider. Who's going to take care of that hot and sticky little slit for you? You know you're a nymphomaniac don't you? You can't keep your mind straight when there's a cock within half a mile can you? And Vivian's proved that you're just as bad with women. Let's face it, you're a wanton little strumpet and without my guiding hand you'd probably end up selling your body on street corners."

She was blushing a fearsome shade of crimson now!

"That's not fair! I'm not like that. I'm not!"

"Look at the evidence" I taunted her. "You flaunt yourself constantly in front of me when we're supposed to be working. You know when we started our affair I thought you were a perfectly normal young woman with normal needs and desires - I'd no idea you were so needy - that'd you'd become so, well, greedy even I guess I'd call it. You just can't help yourself, can you? You're really quite a slut, aren't you Amanda?"

She shook her head in denial but I continued remorselessly.

"And when I think of what my wife has done for you, you're an ungrateful slut at that! You know that Vivian could have made life very difficult for you. Most wives would have! Instead she's gone out of her way to understand you and try to help you. Personally I think it's very good of her to take you under her wing and try to thrash all that wanton lust out of you. It's the only language you seem to understand, isn't it? Well isn't it?"

"B… but it hurts so much!", the blonde cried. "I can't bear it, I can't!"

"Of course it hurts Amanda. And I hope it hurts when I spank you as well. That's the only way you're going to learn appropriate behaviour isn't it?"

I thought Amanda was going to burst into tears.

"But I can't deny that I enjoy our little bouts of intimate exercise", I said more softly. "And there is a way they can continue and a way for you to regain your respect."

Now she looked at me with something like hope. It was time to spring the trap.

"The problem is just that you're trying to do work which is beyond your capability. But there's a job here that you could fill very well, I think. A job where you don't have to think and you just have to do as you're told. In that job you needn't feel awkward about being punished. Lets get straight to the point. My wife and I need a maid for the house, to wash and clean and make the beds. Someone to help Mrs Tibbs. Do you think you can manage it?"

"Oh. That is…. Well, what about all my training and my education! I mean… I mean, it doesn't seem fair!"

I shrugged. "What about them? They've plainly done you no good have they?"

She bit her lip again. The expression of anguish on her face was priceless.

"Take it or leave it", I said. "It's the best you're capable of."

"A… alright then. I'll be your maid", she said at last, utterly crestfallen. Poor little Amanda! She'd been looking for a way out and when I'd presented her with my plan the befuddled young thing had confused an escape door with the entrance to a deeper level of the trap. O dear o dear!

I had her where I wanted her now. It was time to begin the final phase.

"Well there's no time like the present", I said briskly. "Come with me and lets get you started!"

I was well prepared for this stage - even though I hadn't known exactly when I'd be able to convert Amanda into our maid I'd planned for the occasion as soon as she moved into the manor house. We went downstairs to see Mrs Tibbs and then to the box room under the parlour.

"I'm taking Amanda on as a housemaid", I told Mrs Tibbs. "I'll need a new P.A, of course but frankly she's not up to the job. This is a second chance for her."

The poor girl blushed bright red and looked mortified at my casual public humiliation. Mrs Tibbs showed no surprise though. She'd been briefed to expect a development of this kind and just smiled grimly.

"Very good sir. And when will she be starting?"

"Right away! As soon as she's changed into a proper uniform."

Mrs Tibbs laid out her new clothing on the bed, the same outfit she's wearing now. Amanda's reaction was most interesting. The sight of the skimpy costume clearly disconcerted her.

"Well then, let's have you undressed and properly attired! Come on."

Amanda dithered uncertainly, waiting for us to leave. She certainly didn't expect us to watch her dressing but she had an important lesson to learn about modesty and privacy - there wasn't going to be any for her from now on!

"No need to be shy Miss Jenkins! I've seen your bare body enough times already and Mrs Tibbs is household staff. There'll be no secrets from her in your new role so you might as well get used to it. Come along. Get your clothes off, I haven't got all day!"

I don't know which embarrassed Amanda more, the casual way in which I'd just revealed to Mrs Tibbs that we'd had intimate relations or the prospect of standing naked before both of us now. It didn't matter. Reluctant and even a little scared, Amanda began to strip for us.

I will remember that pitiful disrobing with enormous satisfaction for many years to come. It was an experience I found charged with a peculiarly potent eroticism. On the face of it, it might seem hard to understand just why. After all, I'd told the truth when I said I'd seen my victim naked plenty of times before and there'd been other more intimate humiliations. Yet there was something special about this occasion.

To start with, it was the first time I'd ordered the little bitch to undress. No request, no pretence at foreplay, just a straightforward command. Then too, I knew something she didn't. Unless I chose to take her out of the manor house for any reason this would most likely be the last time she wore "civilian" clothes ever again. From now on, I'd be keeping the blonde in her maid's uniform permanently. No options. Except for the times I might want to see her naked, of course!

There were further important factors. The presence of the grim faced Mrs Tibbs could not be overlooked. However bad things might have seemed between us, until recently Amanda had been able to console herself with the thought that it was all in private and no one knew. That was why Vivian's intervention was such a crucial blow in undermining her confidence and greatly reducing her residual sense of security. But even there, and even when we'd taken her and used her between us, she'd always been more or less conscious of Vivian's central role in my life. In a strange way, her long fear of discovery had almost made the fact of it a relief. That was partly why she had capitulated so easily.

But Mrs Tibbs was something else. She'd had no emotional claim over Amanda and until recently she'd been serving her as a guest. To be relegated to the housekeeper's underling and made to expose herself so intimately and shamefully brought a whole new kind of embarrassment into Amanda's churning anxiety.

The zip of her skirt seemed to give the girl some trouble and even when she had it down the fabric was so tight about her hips that she had to wriggle and tug for an excruciating few seconds before it was over her thighs and falling to the floor to land in a pool below her high heels. She couldn't meet our eyes. Her face was turned to the floor and shielded in her long hair. What could be seen was coloured a bright blushing pink. Poor little Amanda! She just couldn't come to terms with what was happening to her. And if I am honest I must admit that I found this evidence of discrete distress rather enjoyable. Her acute mental suffering was so exquisitely piquant!

For the plain fact was that despite everything that had happened to her to date, Amanda retained a certain wide eyed innocence, preserved by the manner of the conditioning and her real incomprehension of the imposed desires which now governed her. She seemed to block out the extent of each new degradation until the next subtle escalation brought home to her how far she had gone. Then, as on this occasion, she was mortified beyond reason. And on this occasion too I had an additional reason for relishing her shame, because her current plight had been a direct result of her attempt to plead with me for a way out of these spiralling humiliations! And instead it had only landed her deeper in trouble. I wondered whether Amanda appreciated the clever and cruel irony of my tactics and I sensed that in some dim way she did. The thought gave me much pleasure.

The blonde certainly looked very cute in just her blouse, white tights and black high heels. She fumbled with the buttons of her top, still keeping her face to the floor, and it was only when she finally shrugged it from her shoulders and bent to step out of her shoes that I could see she was crying. They were slow silent tears and they did not hinder her actions so I said nothing. Mrs Tibbs and I waited with impatient silence, observing closely as the girl struggled out of her nylons and her bra and panties.

The sight of Amanda's nude body confirmed to me once again that my wife and I had picked an excellent specimen. Her recent diet and exercise had toned the girl to perfection. She would be well-suited for child bearing.

I didn't have long to appreciate her nakedness as Amanda quickly scrabbled to don her new clothes; high cut black lacy panties, considerably skimpier than the almost virginal white ones she had favoured before, a suspender belt (no tights for her from now on!) and matching stockings. The dress was tight, very short and made the most of her breasts, pushing them into up to present a pleasing cleavage, and there was a new pair of shoes to go with the outfit.

All, in all, I was very satisfied with her appearance. She was a vision of erotic delight. The sheer black stockings and high heels displayed her lovely long legs to excellent advantage and the dress emphasised her curves in all the right places, displaying her anatomy most provocatively.

"Come and sit on my lap", I said to her when she had finished dressing. "I had better explain to you exactly what your new duties will entail."

I ran my hand freely up her leg, remembering the first time I'd taken such a liberty with her on our business trip to Scotland. How long ago that seemed! What a long way we'd come!

"The terms and conditions of employment for a maid are rather different from those of a P.A." I said. "To begin with I'm afraid you can't continue to use the guest room. There's a small box room next to the scullery. You'll sleep there."

I'd had the box room fitted out with concealed speakers of the same sort as those in the guest room, but the acoustics of the box room in a smaller space were rather better. It would be easy to continue the subliminal programming maintenance.

"You won't be reporting directly to me now", I told her. "Mrs Tibbs will be taking over the job of your day to day management. She will give you the rest of your instructions when I've finished. But before I go there's one very important issue to settle."

I ran my hand up under her skirt and slipped it inside her panties. Her genitals were swollen and puffy - no doubt the result if this morning's itching powder - and there was a hint of moisture there. The girl was so easy to arouse now! I'd only been caressing her leg for a few moments and this against the background of her recent disturbing demotion and yet already she was unable to help herself from rising to my casual stimulation.

Amanda took a sharp breath and her head whipped round to look at Mrs Tibbs. The terrible impropriety of the situation made her skittish but she was helpless to resist me and she turned her face to the floor again to hide her blushes at my next words. My housekeeper just smiled grimly.

"From time to time I'll send for you and we'll attend to the cravings of this sweet little honey pot, in the way you seem to need. And since I am a generous man I'll go further. I'll promise you something else. I'll talk to my wife and ask her to suspend your treatment for a while since your bottom seems so sensitive!"

The hapless blonde looked up at me with a peculiar admixture of hope and trepidation on her face. Her breathing was shallow and a little ragged because my index finger was now stroking her labia. Her eyes were still watery with the residue of tears and she looked absolutely delectable. I wanted to kiss her. So I did.

"But if I talk to Vivian, you have to promise me something in return", I continued.

She was hanging on my every word now.

"You have to promise me that you'll control your own wanton indulgences properly. To be specific, that you won't engage in self abuse anymore. I want you keep your sticky fingers out of your pleasure portal unless you're given explicit permission to stoke your fires.

I've reason to believe you worked yourself over sometimes at night. Masturbation in the privacy of the guest room was tolerable although hardly a sign of proper behaviour. But now that you are my maid I expect stricter standards of etiquette and frankly any sort of diddling in your loins is quite unacceptable. Do you understand?"

"Yes", she said simply, soft voiced.

I had the bitch right where I wanted her, in the jaws of a very nasty trap…

"Then do we have a deal, Miss Jenkins?"

I think she would have agreed to anything if she thought it would protect her bottom. Her powers of reasoning were now greatly weakened along with her remaining will power.

"Yes", she said. "I promise!"

At two o'clock on the following day, I met with my housekeeper to discuss the way to handle our new maid. Mrs. Tibbs showed me the duty roster she'd prepared. There was plenty of hard menial labour with a lot of floor washing and polishing which my housekeeper assured me would be done the 'good old fashioned way' with cloths and buckets. Amanda would be spending a lot of time on her knees - a sight I rather looked forward to, given the shortness of her uniform.

"And how has Miss Jenkins been getting on with her work so far. I know you've only had one afternoon and a morning but I trust she's following instructions properly?"

"She'll do", the housekeeper said rather sourly. "I won't stand any nonsense from her though."

"Quite right Mrs Tibbs, quite right."

There was a steely look in the old woman's eyes and I got the impression she didn't like Amanda very much. I doubted whether the poor girl had done anything to deserve her disapproval - it was likely a generational thing coupled with having to treat her as a guest for so long beforehand. I suppose Mrs Tibbs must have picked up part of her attitude from her employers too - from my wife and I. She was really a very valuable domestic servant and I tried to remember it. Pretty chits like Amanda, sexy as she was, could be found in lots of offices. I'd be cross to lose her after the time I'd now invested in conditioning the hot little bitch but she wasn't irreplaceable. If something went wrong I now felt confident enough of Dr. Stebbings technique to know that I could acquire a replacement without too many problems. Mrs Tibbs on the other hand was well nigh irreplaceable. If I wanted her to take an important role in keeping Amanda corralled, I'd do well to keep her properly informed and properly remunerated. I resolved to give her a pay rise - she deserved it.

"And how far can I go, if the girl doesn't measure up?" she said.

"Ah, you mean if you need to discipline her?"

"Precisely."

"Well that's rather a sore subject at the moment isn't it?" I laughed at my apposite little metaphor, although I know it is not good taste to relish one's own jokes. Mrs Tibbs understood me though. She'd been present at the maid's induction after all…

"We must go carefully ", I continued more seriously. "I doubt if you'll have any serious issues with her for a while. I think she's rather anxious to please at the moment."

"But sooner or later there'll be a problem with her", Mrs Tibbs stated firmly, as though pronouncing judgement.

"Don't worry about that. I can assure you that when the time is right you'll have the means to assert your authority."

"Strapping or birching?" the old woman asked bluntly.

"Well since you put it so directly, you'll have my permission to strap her. There are some supple leather examples in the stables which I'm sure will make excellent aids for keeping Miss Jenkins in line. But not until I say so."

"Ummm…" Mrs Tibbs gave a satisfied smirk. I do believe she was looking forward to punishing my unfortunate ex P.A. I wasn't sure that I approved of gratuitous cruelty but if that was the way Mrs Tibbs wanted to assert her control over her subordinates then so be it. Who was I to interfere in the practicalities of household management?

"Now, there are a couple of other matters", I said. "Please tell Miss Jenkins that in future she ought to address me as the Master and my wife as the Mistress. I can't abide informality in junior staff. The other matter is of a more delicate nature. You are aware that my wife and I sometimes like to enjoy the pleasures of the girl's body. Just a little perk to reward us for the trouble we've gone through to prepare her for her main use, you understand? Well there is one particular mode of operation, as you might call it, which needs a little work to improve it."

I reached into my pocket and produced a metal slug, shaped rather like a bullet and the size of a large suppository - a very large suppository in fact.

"I refer to Miss Jenkins' nether passage. Her rectum has considerable potential as a place of entertainment for the discerning male member and I should like to visit it again, but frankly, at the moment the girl is less accommodating than I would like because she is simply too tight. Now this fine instrument can help. Inserted into the troublesome passageway and worn throughout the day it will widen the ring of her sphincter and accustom her muscles to accepting the kind of invasion I have in mind."

"I see", Mrs Tibbs said, following my circumlocutions without difficulty.

"I would like you to see that she wears it."

Mrs Tibbs smiled. "I shall fit it myself!"

Later in the week I went to the guest room to deal with Amanda's remaining possessions. Most of her clothes were no longer needed and I decided to send them on for recycling to the local clothing bank, keeping back a single simple outfit in case I ever wanted her to accompany me in public for any reason. Her mobile phone could now be disposed of. It hadn't been working for a while, ever since I'd replaced the battery with a dud one. She had a small amount of jewellery and a watch that were valuable enough to be worth selling and then there were some more personal effects. I found three photographs and a couple of letters from her ex boyfriend which she'd touchingly kept even after I'd engineered their split. I burnt these.

Coming down the stairs I found Amanda leaning over the great oak table in the hallway polishing the surface with a white cloth. My new maid didn't hear me approaching, intent on her work and making vigorous motions to rub the bees wax deep into the grain of the wood. She looked delicious, the hem of her skirt riding up over her bare bottom and her magnificent legs sheathed in sheer black nylon with calf and thigh muscles under that little bit of tension forced by her high heels. I reflected that I hadn't enjoyed any sex with Amanda since I'd spanked her for seducing my wife. So much had happened since then! Now perhaps there was time for a little pleasure…

I stepped up smartly behind her, remembering the occasion I had once caught her by surprise at the photocopier when she was my P.A. That had been fun but now I could go further.

Before she even realised I was there, my arm was pressing against the small of her back and her face was pushed against the shiny wooden table top.

"Don't get up Miss Jenkins", I said. She gave a little squeak of surprise and then went silent. I could feel her trembling as I bent my head close to her cascade of long blonde hair.

"Have you been a good girl?" I whispered hoarsely in her ear. "No more self abuse, I trust?"

"N… no."

"Glad to hear it!"

I flipped up the back of her dress. Her panties were riding tight into her bottom. I eased them away down her hips and was now able to see that the butt plug I had given to Mrs Tibbs was securely in place and doing its job. I gave it a little push to register it more deeply. In a week or two the girl would be stretched sufficiently to be capable of accommodating a slightly larger size.

"I wouldn't want to think I'd have to punish you again", I teased, tracing a light palm over her clenching buttocks.

"Oh no Peter… I mean… no, master. No you don't have to do that master. I've done exactly what you've said. I haven't touched myself there. Honestly! And I'm doing what Mrs Tibbs tells me to. You don't need to spank me! Really!"

"Really master", I corrected her idly.

"Really master!" she confirmed eagerly.

It was a delight to hear her addressing me with my new title as well as to hear the desperation in her voice when she considered the prospect that she might be beaten again. You might imagine that after two spankings from myself and an unknown number from Vivian she would be starting to become accustomed to the prospect but you'd be completely wrong. On the contrary, it was the intensity of the humiliation of those punishments which now loomed large in her mind as a horror to be avoided at all costs. The conditioning reinforced it constantly and with this lever I'd got her right where I wanted her.

My fingers moved round to her sex. She was hot and sticky! It was no more than I expected now but still a very pleasing confirmation of all my work to date.

"Legs apart Miss Jenkins!" I instructed her, and she complied with alacrity. I slid my length inside with a sigh of satisfaction. This was how it was going to be from now on. There would be no more need for foreplay unless I wanted it. The lightest touch would arouse the nubile blonde and have her panting for a stuffing. She was mine whenever I felt like it, at a moment's notice.

Her performance was very good, the muscles of her sex contracting firmly, rhythmically and very pleasurably to massage my complacently swollen cock.

"Thank you master", she gasped softly when these ministrations had their inevitable effect. I withdrew with an audible plop, gave her a patronising pat on the bottom and left her to finish polishing the tables.

"She must utterly broken to our will, you know that don't you darling?" my wife said. We were watching from an upstairs window as Amanda knelt on all fours to weed the rose bed by the fountain, under close supervision from Mrs Tibbs. Her maid's uniform is a little scanty for outdoor wear and a light breeze disturbed her dress revealing plenty of her sexy young body. I detected a hint of jealousy from Vivian. I suppose she was finding it hard not to respond with the primitive instincts of a woman seeing a rival for her mate. That's why she enjoyed thrashing Amanda so soundly and being prohibited from doing so, vexed her somewhat. But it wouldn't be for much longer.

"Of course love. Don't worry, it's all going perfectly to plan. We just need to have a little patience now. We are so very close - so very, very close. You wouldn't want to spoil it all because of a little impatience now would you?"

I kissed her.

"The bitch is simmering nicely now. She's in a real quandary. Night after night the voices in her head tell her she must obey us and they tell her how dreadful the consequences of disobedience would be. Mrs Tibbs sees that she gets her drugs in regular doses with her meals. And she's been conditioned to such a pitch of desire for me and for you that she's constantly cooking in a stew of lust and frustrated desire. If it weren't for my strict instructions she'd be frigging herself senseless every night."

"I'm itching to give the wanton little floozy a damn good spanking again", Vivian muttered.

"And so you shall", I soothed her. "So you shall. But we must follow Dr. Stebbings guidelines now. There's the last kernel of independence left to crack, and for it to crack properly she must fully and firmly believe in her own guilt, and accept punishment as her proper due."

"And when will that happen?"

"Soon my love. Very soon. She cannot continue denying herself. She's struggling but she'll lose. She'll dip her fingers in her honey pot and then we'll have her! Just you wait and see."

In fact it was more than a week after my conversation with Vivian before my prophesy was fulfilled. I knew I'd catch Amanda in the end. It was just a question of time. The girl didn't realise how many monitoring cameras I kept round the manor house. There was nowhere where she was really alone. And one Wednesday morning, when she thought my wife and I had left to visit the village and when Mrs Tibbs was downstairs in the kitchen, the sly bitch stole an opportunity for some much needed private relief when she was supposed to be making the beds. Spotting the situation develop on the security monitor I made my way straight to the scene of the crime with a grim inwards exultation.

On entering the master bedroom I was presented with a most stimulating sight. My new maid was lying face up in the middle of the fourposter. The shiny high heels were discarded on the floor but she was still wearing the rest of her uniform. Her eyes were closed, her sheer nylon clad legs parted with her knees raised and her bottom lifted slightly from the bedspread. The fingers of her right hand were pushed under the hem of the short dress, beneath the waistband of her black tights and inside her crisp white panties. She was moaning softly and frigging herself with desperate urgency. It was a marvellous little scene. Her golden hair cascaded over the pillows, her pale skin was flushed pink with the strength of her arousal and her lovely long legs were displayed to excellent effect. The delicious sensuality of her actions, the perverse attractions of her new uniform and the sweet eroticism of her predicament all combined to provoke my own lusts. But before I could enjoy them there was important business to settle. I was only just in time. A moment longer and the blonde baggage would have climaxed. I had no intention of permitting that! Amanda had been given unequivocal instructions not to masturbate without permission and I would not tolerate disobedience. She was about to learn a painful and vitally important lesson. From now on, her sexuality was totally under the control of my wife and me.

The first thing Amanda knew about my arrival was when I grabbed her arm and brutally pulled her off the bed, leaving her frustrated only a few seconds away from sexual release.

"Miss Jenkins", I yelled at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"

The girl gave a sob of surprise and fear as I twisted her arm behind her back and bent her over the bed again.

"I can't believe it!", I continued in mock outrage as she struggled beneath me. "After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me! I gave you a chance to work at the very top of the organisation and you let me down badly. I could have dumped you then, but no. I gave you a second chance here at the manor house and a third chance as our maid, and look at you! You can't even be trusted with some simple cleaning jobs, without indulging in mindless self abuse. And in the master bedroom too! Have you no respect for myself and my lady wife? You're just an ill disciplined little slut, aren't you? Now stay right where you are and don't move!"

I was breathing hard and my fury must have seemed convincing because Amanda had now subsided to a whimpering acquiescence, afraid look me in the eye and able only to bury her face in the sheets, leaving her bottom exposed to my hungry gaze. That suited me fine. It was her bottom that I had business with!

I lifted her short skirt and tugged tights and panties down to half mast above the knee. Then I ran my hand roughly over the smooth globes of her nicely rounded rump.

"You'll pay for this Miss Jenkins", I said in a quieter and altogether more menacing tone. "I've tried so hard with you but now my patience is exhausted. No more games. No more chances. This time it's the cane for you!"

"Oh please, please master. I'm sorry master! Really master!"

"Too late for that now!"

I saw her buttocks clench with fear and watched her breathing tighten. But she dare not move! Her conditioning was now too deep to permit her to consider any alternative to submissive surrender. And besides she believed me. If I said she'd been bad then it must be true.

My wife and I had given some thought to this moment. We'd chosen a cane from a speciality shop with considerable care and it was stowed in the wardrobe just waiting to meet the tempting target which Amanda's supple and vulnerable bottom now offered. I took it out and swung it experimentally, watching the softly sobbing blonde flinch as she heard the thin flexible bamboo swish through the air.

"You understand why this is necessary don't you?" I said.

"Y… yes", she breathed softly. I smiled in satisfaction.

"You deserve it don't you?"

"Yes", she said again, low, muffled and in deep despair.

I thrashed Amanda's bottom soundly. It was a bravura performance; my anger part feigned and part transmuted lust, lending strength to my arm as I wielded the cane. How she yelped and cried! Her previous spankings had no doubt been painful but the bamboo was really hurting her. I hardened my heart and showed not the slightest sign of mercy. The cane made a delightful pattern of pink stripes across her buttocks and I laid into her with a will until I'd made her previous spankings seem like no more than caresses. She'd remember this beating for a long time! And she'd take some important lessons to heart, branded into her pliable young mind by the sting of the cane and the conditioning. Firstly, of course, she'd realise exactly how much I disapproved of unauthorised masturbation. There was a perfectly sound if somewhat selfish reason for my attitude. She was a much better fuck when she was that little bit frustrated and eager to please me, so I didn't want her taking the edge off my enjoyment by relieving herself. Secondly and hardly less subtly, the girl would realise that her new position in my household was no protection from corporal punishment. I'd been very careful in the things I'd said to her. I hadn't said that becoming a domestic servant for Vivian and I would end her spankings. I'd only said that she'd no longer have to worry about punishment inappropriate to her professional status. And that was because in her new status as maid, intimate punishment would be entirely appropriate. She would now well and truly realise that she was out of the frying pan and into fire!

It was a thoroughly chastened and contrite young blonde who knelt between my legs some fifteen minutes later. I was in need of a little relaxation after all this exercise and the delicate lapping of her pretty little tongue round my swollen cock was most enjoyable. In the wardrobe mirror I was treated to the sight of her fiery red bottom and from time to time the slow leak of silent tears joined with her kisses to wash my balls. When I finally came, squirting my juices over her face I couldn't help but feel an enormous sense of fulfilment.

There was no doubt about it. I'd done what I set out to do and what my wife wanted. Amanda's spirit was utterly and completely broken. She was our property now - nothing more. And I knew that we had just acquired a very hot piece of property indeed!